When Bracken and I staggered back down into the campsite after our Walk, we stopped off at the shop to settle up. I felt fully coherent, but apparently in answer to the question “Where have you been?” I began babbling on in pidgin Welsh about stircles and had to be gently led away. I can only surmise that my exhaustion meant I couldn’t actually articulate ‘stone circle’ Anyway, stircles they will be from now on!
You may remember we headed from the falls to a circle on the Rhos y Beddau. It was actually positioned on a level plateau on the side of the valley, and is associated with a cairn and a stone avenue. The stones are quite small and half buried in the undergrowth. There is an impressive avenue leading up to the entrance which is in the east, although some of the stones seem to have been lost.
Above is a photo of the avenue looking out along it with the circle behind the camera. We stopped off for some lunch here and the heavens opened which is why I don’t have too many photos of the stones themselves. I was anxious to do some dowsing and asked permission in the customary way. I was given the go ahead, but the whole area felt totally sleepy and slow.
As always I followed the beginners question sheet from the Dowsing Day and started to look for the basics. I walked a section across the avenue and asked to pick up an energy ley. I did find one, not as you might expect along the avenue, but about 4 feet to the south of it, running in a similar direction. It was five of my paces wide and had four streams of energy running along it. It seemed to head for a notch in the hills to the east and through a smaller one on a hill to the west.
I then dowsed the circle, dodging members of our party who were sat on the stones eating dinner. The energy in the circle was moving clockwise and the stones were alternate male and female energies. The stone marking the north, a flat block of white quartz was feminine. There was another quartz stone about twenty feet behind this, which we found on our way out which could be some sort of outlier in the complex.
The fact that it was pouring down, and also that I had to eat some dinner meant I couldn’t do as much as I wanted to. Paul asked me to see if the circle was connected to Moel Ty Uchaf which we were to visit in the afternoon, but the answer was a resounding no, which I think disappointed him. I believe he wanted to feel that the pilgrimage would reiterate an existing connection between the two sites. Amanda asked if the stones remembered her, as she had spent some time there on a vision quest some years earlier. Again another resounding no (I sort of glossed over that on the day as I didn’t want to spoil it for her – sorry Amanda!)
So that was basically all I had time for, and was all the dowsing I did that day as by the time Bracken and I passed Moel Ty Uchaf, we were too exhausted to manage the tiny climb up to it, and besides which I wasn’t in any fit state to try to dowse there! One interesting incident happened at the circle. I was eating, walking and holding dowsing rods at the same time (can you health and safety buffs see where this is going?) and almost took an eye out. Something stopped my hand dead at the last minute. I could literally feel the end of the rod against my eye. I was totally distracted and my hands were moving quickly so when I say something or someone I can honestly say that it was a Guardian and nothing to do with me!
The ley I found superimposed (in red) on a OS Map of the area, it appears to run from a burial mound in the east, to a cairn in the west.
The overriding feeling I had at this circle was one I can only describe as sleepiness, the rods were slow to respond and the stones seemed kind of disinterested. As I said in a previous post the moor here is called Rhos y Beddau, the Moor of Graves, this is because there are a great many cairns dotted about. (I didn’t find out what it was called until I got home!) In Welsh mythology these mountains are the home of Gwyn ap Nudd, the King of the Fairies who has his shining white castle on Cadair Berwyn and so they’re the entrance to the Celtic Otherworld of Annwn, a place inhabited by the spirits of the dead. I wonder if the feeling of sleepy otherworldliness, of disinterest in our present world that I felt here is because it is held in it’s own time and place.
Things I learnt here:
Do not eat and carry dowsing rods at the same time.
I still need a Dictaphone and GPS (or a new phone with applications that can do both)
Try and make a special trip with other interested folk or someone (like your OH) who has to come with you. That way you can spend as much time as you like!